208 POPE Knight lifts the head, for what are crowds undon To three essential partridges in one ? Gone every blush, and silent all reproach. Contending princes mount them in their coach. Next, bidding all draw near on bended knees. The queen confers her titles and degrees. Her children first of more distinguished sort, Who study Shakespear at the Inns of Court, Impale a glow-worm, or vertii profess, Shine in the dignity of F.R.S. Some, deep Freemasons, join the silent race Worthy to fill Pythagoras's place ; Some botanists, or florists at the least, Or issue members of an annual feast. Nor past the meanest unregarded, one Rose a Gregorian, one a Gormogon. The last, not least in honour or applause, Isis and Cam made doctors of her laws. Then, blessing all, " Go, children of my care ! To practice now from theory repair. All my commands are easy, short, and full: My sons 1 be proud, be selfish, and be dull. Guard my prerogative, assert my throne : This nod confirms each privilege your own. The cap and switch be sacred to his grace; With stafi and pumps the marquis lead the race; From stage to stage the licensed earl may run, Paired with his fellow-charioteer, the sun ; The learned baron butterflies design, Or draw to silk Arachne's subtle line ;